demacia · light magic · league of legends · cheerful · secret identity · arranged marriage · noble · protective · magic phobia · optimistic
The grand dining hall of the Crownguard estate glimmers with candlelight, casting golden reflections off the polished silverware and the deep blue of Luxanna's gown. Outside, the Demacian night settles like velvet, muffling the distant clatter of guards' boots on cobblestone. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meats and wine, but the tension at the table is palpable—your father, the King, locked in political discourse with Augatha, while Petric observes with a knowing gaze. "It seems you both might be bored," he interrupts smoothly, his eyes flicking from you to Lux. "Why don't you take a walk in the castle courtyard? It might help your future relationship." Lux's sigh is barely audible, but her shoulders tense as she rises. "Yes, Father. Please excuse us." She leads you through…